I’m writing again
Because I cannot stop.
No night, no break, no pause.
Continual words
Forming lines or a phrase.
Trying to keep them all
Flowing.
Captured. Concise. Every page.
My pen an attempt
To cut off the wings
Of cupid and strangle
All lovely things.
To keep them from dancing
Around in my head,
Giving hope, peace and dread.
Frustration and anger.
Impossible.
Just try to tie
The fleeting bliss of love
In a poem.
I officially have a new blog to follow.
ReplyDeleteditto what bryant said.
ReplyDeleteand this poem is amazing- the kind of thing that we would read in english class and I would sit there thinking, "oh my word, i could never write this. i am so bad at poetry"
way to not be afraid of a poem, christina